Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Watching Netflix alone isn't all it's cracked up to be

I am sick of watching TV alone.  Yes, everyone romanticizes watching 3 seasons of Gilmore girls in a weekend, completely uninterrupted.  But I’ve done that.  Twice.  It’s really not all that great.  On the other hand, back in college my roommates and I sat down and watched the entire first season of Chuck without stopping and it was one of the single greatest days of my college existence.  But there’s a core difference in these stories.  Watching Gilmore Girls alone in your apartment because there is literally no one in town you know or have the desire to talk to, and all your friends live over two hours away and you don’t have enough energy to do literally anything else is no fun at all.  You can feel your ass molding with the cushions, your pores clogging from all the junk food and your liver has started weeping uncontrollably as soon as you open your first beer.  I bought a heating pad last night, mostly because my back is killing me (whole other story) but now I might use it to pretend it's a lover, or a friend, or even a freaking dog at this point, because at least I wouldn't be sitting on the couch alone for this long.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Real Life, or 10th Week on Steroids

So my schedule just completely exploded.  This week was bad enough- I had to work Monday after an unusually rough weekend (where I found my mom voice and disciplined a girl who was on her way out).  My lack of bounce back Monday snowballed through the rest of the week and I've been stressed out and exhausted ever since.  I spent most of the week in the cities, which was great, but I spent most of my time stressing out about buying my new TV!  It was pretty nerve wracking but now I'm really happy with it.  It's hooked up to Netflix now and I'm super happy with all 32".

On the way to my murder mystery dinner I dropped my phone in the parking lot.  Completely cracked the screen because I still hadn't gotten around to getting a case for it.  Totally put me into a frenzy, calling my Dad, seeing if the stupid insurance that we pay for every month does anything (hint- IT DOESN'T).

The mystery dinner went pretty well, I was stressed out the entire time (because it's a pretty stressful thing to do anyway). I was hoping to be back in the cities by midnight, but we didn't make it back until 2am.  I didn't get all the way home until 3:45, and I had a training this morning.  My DBT emotional thermometer is all over the place, and I definitely should have taken a nap, but I'm scared that I wouldn't be able to fall asleep.  Basic downward spiral mentality.  For sure going to bed at 9:00 tonight, even though I'll miss the start of the Great Midwest Trivia Contest.  I'll be there in spirit.

Friday, January 9, 2015

New Year, and I'm in Luck (Wisconsin)

I can't believe that 2015 has only been here for 9 days.  It seems like an entire month has passed already! Probably because so much has changed already.  This time last year, I was stressing out about the future in Comedy house, not even sure of how the term would look, where I was moving after school and how the hell I was going to keep pursuing BOTH theatre and psychology.

Cut to now, I'm sitting in a coffee shop in Luck, WI (an hour and a half north of the Twin Cities) doing work for BOTH my jobs.  I'm a weekend primary counselor and Women of the Valley coordinator with Northwest Passage- a residential mental health treatment facility for teens.  AND I just submitted my poster for Festival Theatre- where I'm the new Marketing Assistant AND I'm in talks to figure out my involvement in the summer theatre season.  I might be designing, stage managing, acting or a combination of the above.

Since both of these jobs started on the 1st, I've been in a flurry of new people, faces and concepts.  It's all pretty frightening- and my face looks a bit like this all the time now.

A drawing I made with Aaron's help

Hopefully I'll figure everything out.  Until then, wish me Luck.